Chapter 6

Valentina's company was called "Crestline PR Group." It wasn't a top-tier giant, but it had an excellent reputation and worked with high-end luxury brands.

It was a boutique firm—just thirty or forty people, but everyone looked like they'd just walked out of a fashion magazine: flawless makeup, impeccable outfits, and switching effortlessly among different languages.

Standing among them, I felt like an ugly duckling who'd wandered into a flock of swans.

I wasn't scared. I couldn't let myself be scared.

On my first day, Valentina put me in the copywriting team. The team lead was a guy named Ray Patel—twenty-eight,…